A familiar face walked into the inn.
"Oh, it's Young Master Murong and everyone else."
Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard and sat down with a smile.
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Didn't Hero Lu descend the mountain yesterday? Why is your pace slower than ours?"
Lu Xiaofeng smiled mysteriously and said, "I indulged in pleasure after going down the mountain yesterday and didn't wake up until noon today. Drinking caused me to make a mistake."
As he spoke, he patted his head.
Murong Fu glanced at the hickey on his neck and said with a faint smile, "It's not just about drinking, is it? There are beauties too."
Murong Fu sniffed and continued, "The finest spices from the Western Regions should be used by an absolutely beautiful woman. Ordinary girls cannot afford such rouge and powder that are more expensive than gold."
"Cough..." Lu Xiaofeng almost spat out his tea, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect Young Master Murong to have such good eyesight, I admire you! I admire you!"
Murong Fu said, "It seems that Master Lu's participation in the Zhenlong Chess Game at Leigu Mountain was a pretense; his real purpose was to meet with a beautiful woman."
Lu Xiaofeng nearly choked on his water again, and chuckled dryly as he looked at Murong Fu, "As the saying goes, it's better to see through things than to say them. Young Master Murong, please have some mercy!"
Duan Yu was dumbfounded. How could someone deduce so much information just by looking at and smelling a few things?
He stretched his neck and sniffed at Kumārajīva.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
I was so choked by the smell of sweat that I started coughing.
"Young Master Duan! What are you doing!"
Has this idiot gone stupid from studying too much?
I've heard that many scholars have homosexual tendencies... Kumārajīva shrank back in fright.
"I...I'm fine, I just suddenly thought of myself..."
Duan Yu hadn't finished speaking.
He was then interrupted by the mischievous Azi: "Silly boy, you don't actually like Master Kumārajīva, do you?"
"I didn't! I just..."
"You're just too embarrassed to say it?"
"..."
Duan Yu was almost brought to tears; he had never felt so wronged before.
Even Murong Fu couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand, saying, "Azi, don't joke around with Young Master Duan."
Hehe~
Azi revealed a satisfied smile after playing a prank.
...
Lu Xiaofeng said, "Young Master Murong, I wonder if you are going to attend the 100th birthday celebration of Master Zhang of Wudang? Among the great masters of our time, Master Zhang is the only one who is still active."
“Alright!” Murong Fu nodded and said, “However, I must first write a letter to inform my family.”
"A Grandmaster, huh?"
Kumārajīva revealed a look of longing.
Despite being at the late stage of Grandmaster, he is still a long way from becoming a Great Grandmaster.
Even a peak Grandmaster wouldn't dare say they're guaranteed to break through to Grandmaster. It would be good if one out of a hundred peak Grandmasters could eventually break through to Grandmaster.
While peak-level masters are common, there are only a handful of true grandmasters in the world, each a giant in their own right.
Duan Yu, seemingly having thought of something, also said, "I would like to go and see for myself as well. Please allow me to write a letter to inform my family."
Kumārajīva chuckled and said, "Then this humble monk will also go. This humble monk has long admired Master Zhang."
Duan Yu's face turned bitter. This big monk had him cornered and would follow him wherever he went.
...
With their own thoughts, the group embarked on their journey to Wudang Mountain in Dayuan Prefecture.
They traveled for several days.
Upon reaching the sphere of influence of Wudang Mountain, the number of martial arts figures from all walks of life suddenly increased.
"Is that a female warrior from the Emei Sect ahead?"
A man with a sleazy appearance and shifty eyes called out to the Emei Sect members with a sly smile.
Who are you?
The leader of the Emei Sect was a cold-faced woman with an expression that said, "Keep your distance, strangers."
"I am Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect. Why is my esteemed master, Abbess Miejue, nowhere to be seen?"
Xianyu Tong winked and made faces.
"Hmph! No comment."
The cold-faced woman flicked her sleeves, ignoring Xianyu Tong, and then led her disciples on their way.
"you……"
"Senior brother, don't be anxious. There are too many people around here. Let's find another opportunity."
"That makes sense."
Xianyu Tong and another person whispered for a moment, their eyes darting around, and decided not to make a move for the time being.
Murong Fu was quite astonished when he saw this scene from afar.
Is this the movie version of Xianyu Tong?
Although they look different, their styles of doing things are completely the same. Nominally, he is the head of the Huashan Sect, one of the six major righteous sects in Dayuan Prefecture, but in reality, he is treacherous and cunning, and commits all kinds of evil deeds such as rape, kidnapping, and plunder.
However, although Xianyu Tong acted despicably, he was a true Grandmaster in the late stage; otherwise, he would not have been able to secure the position of sect leader.
Kumozhi exclaimed, "The martial arts world of Dayuan Prefecture is truly teeming with talent; grandmasters are everywhere."
Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "There are differences even among grandmasters. Master Kumārajīva, there is no need to belittle yourself. With the depth of your Buddhist teachings, you only need to make a slight move to convert these scoundrels."
Upon hearing this, the members of the Huashan Sect in front all glared at him menacingly.
"Kid, who are you calling trash?"
Xianyu Tong's eyes locked onto his prey like an eagle's. "I can't afford to mess with the Emei Sect, but I can't beat you bunch of bumpkins who came from who-knows-where?"
Looking at this group—a lama monk, three scholars, and a little girl—they're obviously easy to bully!
Murong Fu did not answer Xianyu Tong, but continued to say to Kumārajīva: "Master, do you know that there is a sword technique that is specifically for killing trash?"
"Oh? Such a sword technique exists?"
Kumārajīva asked with a serious expression.
"You little brat, you're asking for it!"
Enraged, Xianyu Tong gave his disciples a signal, and many Huashan disciples drew their swords and surrounded him.
Murong Fu continued, "This sword is named Thunder and Rain."
Lu Xiaofeng showed some interest, stroked his beard, and smiled, "Thunder and Rainbow? Isn't this sword beautiful?"
Murong Fu smiled gracefully, revealing the sharpness of her sword.
The primordial energy of heaven and earth surged, and countless purple sword shadows appeared.
It was like a sword immortal dancing.
"This sword is beautiful."
As Murong Fu finished speaking, the sword shadow fell with him.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.
Wailing and wailing filled the air.
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